I was staying at my
Best friend’s house
When a girl
I was chasing
Asked me to a party
He said he didn’t mind
And I was desperate
To be with her
So I said yes
And bailed on the sleepover
That was 12 years ago
And it hasn’t left me
I guess I’m feeling guilty
Because although I didn’t kill the friendship
I killed the closeness
And now I often
Lay in bed
Desperate
For one last sleepover
Published on
March 15, 2024 22:59
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Tags:
poem, poetry